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He has no identity; he is continually in for and
filling some other body
John Keats in a letter to Richard Woodhouse,
1818
Dear Reader,
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like to meet it. Were it not for the striking blue innocence of
his eyes, he would have been the very image of a singularly
malevolent Mr Punch.
He introduced himself as Cartwright, though of course I
had guessed as much. Wishing me good morning, he pushed
a meagre pile of papers fastened with a grubby, once-red
ribbon in my direction.
Thaire ye are, itll aw be thaire.
But, Mr Cartwright I began. Its Cartwright, naw but
Cartwright. Well. Let it be so, but I understood there was to
be a reading of a will? And for why? When ye are the only
fellow these papers consairn? And yell no be reading them
here! he added curtly.
With that he ushered me out: laying not a finger on me, he
propelled me all the way into Hawthorne Lane as if by the
force of the will under his enormous brow.
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Jeremiah Bloat
and
Cartwright
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Esteemed Mr Bloat,
I have received word from a confidential source that you
may be in possession of some information that could
prove to be to my advantage in the fullness of time.
Should it be within your power and not constitute any
breach of faith, trust or confidentiality, would you apprise
me of any expectations that I may have?
I regret, as I am an invalid, that I am unable to attend
your chambers. Therefore I petition you most respectfully
to reply at your convenience,
Cordially yours,
Mrs Arabella Moffat, ne Coble.
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lent eye and gave me, I swear it, a savage nod and a wink such
as Jack Ketch might give Mr Punch.
I should like to say the reverie with which I filled the wait
for Mrs Thackerays inconvenience concerned plans to spend
my newfound wealth, or of fond memories of the wife who
had brought me such unexpected fortune. But it behoves
me to confess that I spent the time, and I know not how
long it was, ransacking my past for the faintest trace of a
Cadwallader.
Even without the dubious benefit of their leathery flesh, the
stripped bones of my lamb chops hardly covered any less of
my platter. I tossed some copper coins on the trestle top and
resolved to quit The Chaste Maid to take some air. Halfway
to the door, I reconsidered the prospects of an improvement
in the elements and mounted the stairs once more to recover
my topcoat. To my surprise, it no longer lay before the
window. Indeed, it was absent altogether. All too present were
the bedclothes, strewn as they were about the room and gar-
nished with the few items of personal clothing I had left in
the scabrous tallboy next to the cheval mirror. One of the
brutes had been spying on me through the window before I
began eating. Thackeray would provide some answers, I
hoped. I threw up the sash window and looked down at the
street outside. It appeared that come dusk a lamplighter
would be searching for his ladder.
In the public bar, the landlord was smearing a tankard
with a rag as filthy as the one adorning his crop. He lifted his
chin in acknowledgement of my regard.
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Mr Moffat, he said.
Thackeray, I rejoindered, and held his eye in the hope of
provoking discomfiture.
In a few moments, he rewarded me with a grudging, Ill
send the missus up. All right? He lifted his eyebrows at me.
Indeed, it is not all right. Who was he?
He ran a finger around his neck for all the world as if he
had a collar on his shirt.
The both of them were Peelers, sir. What could I do? For
once it seemed his deference was genuine.
Could they not have used the stairs, man?
Sergeant Purewipe and Constable Smackle were both in
the Runners before. Out of Bow Street. Old abits die hard,
Mr Moffat.
What did they want? Did they say?
For answer I received only a shake of his head and a look
of pity for the ninny who would ask such a question in expec-
tation of any answer. I lifted a salute of sorts to the brim of
my hat and wished him good day.
Mercifully, the rain had stopped. Steam rose from the mud in
the streets, and the day was bright and clear, as were the
sounds of London itself. Still intent on a walk to clear my
head, I braved the mud and the street vendors and headed
toward St Pauls.
Cheapside, like most of London, was overrun with Cheap
Johns, watercress girls, flower girls and the like. Shouts of
Scissors sharp as like to cut themselves! Only a shillin!
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think again of the bailiffs. There was little for me to fear from
them. Gibbous House should bring enough balsam to satisfy
the lowest of thieving nimmers. It was time to go north and
play the hand out, no matter what other cards might fall.
Londons capricious weather had again taken a turn for
the worse, but I held to my resolve to quit The Chaste Maid
that day, July thirteenth, 184_. Clouds had covered the set-
ting sun and no amount of crepuscular carmine could
mitigate the gathering gloom.
I intended to inform Thackeray and depart forthwith, but
on entering the inn I remarked on both the relative paucity
of custom given the hour and the presence of Sergeant
Purewipe and Constable Smackle. The landlord was busying
himself cleaning some brass that had not felt the touch of
cloth since the Regency.
Purewipe fixed me with his hangmans glare and enquired,
Mr Moffat, Mr Alasdair Moffat?
I allowed that I was, since plainly he knew already. He
cleared his throat, as if uncertain how to begin.
Ah... it concerns a timepiece. We... have reason to believe
it is yours, since your name is engraved upon it.
Mine is not an uncommon name in some parts of the
Commonwealth, Sergeant, I said, remaining cool and await-
ing developments.
Its not yours then? Smackle sneered.
I did not say that, Constable.
Well, is it, Mr Moffat? Purewipe was clearly the more
dangerous of the two.
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open air. There was nothing for it but to seek a less salubrious
area of the city and accost the first likely fellow I met.
A walk of some twenty minutes found me at the other end
of Grainger Street in the Bigg Market, whose inns seemed
lively enough, although the street lamps stood too close
together for my taste. Some tasks were best performed in the
shadows, in my experience. No great distance off the Bigg
Market itself a figure stumbled out of the George Yard, likely
having left the Old George Inn. He turned left along the
street. The most promising aspect the figure displayed by the
light of the gas lamp was indeed its wavering gait. A drunken
dupe is easier deceived, after all.
As I drew nearer and he passed from the pooled light, the
lineaments of his shape from the rear began to seem familiar.
Nearer still and it became apparent that the fellow was deep
in conversation with someone quite invisible to me. By
chance he darted into the meanest close, perhaps to relieve
himself of some of the quantity of liquid he had evidently
consumed. I resolved to relieve the fellow of his purse by
more direct means and duly followed.
It was somewhat surprising that the Reverend Parminter
did not recognise me as he struggled and twisted to remove
the yellow scarf I tightened around his neck. It was only meet
that I lean over his shoulder if only to ensure he knew the
identity of the benefactor who had sent him on his way to
meet his beloved god. I left the yellow scarf, as I had done on
past occasions, reasoning the police would hunt only for a
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The room was dark; candles in sconces and oil lamps few in
number provided such illumination as there was. The dark,
heavily varnished beams and woodwork sucked this light in
rather than reflected it. Perhaps the patina of dirt was deliber-
ately maintained to lend credibility to the preposterous legend
of the dirty bottles. To me, it just seemed another grubby inn,
but I never saw anyone touch the glassware, though many
seemed drunk enough to brave more dangerous feats. The
table too was darkly varnished, marked with the initials and
sundry scratches of the idle drinker. Some may have been the
tally marks of the less trusting; of the landlord or themselves,
it mattered not. Robson apologised for the paucity of fare
available: veal and ham pie, one leg of lamb, a hasty pudding
and vegetables. He gave an excuse which I did not register
beyond the word late. I cared not if it were the lateness of
the hour or his mother, I confess. We spurned the hasty pud-
ding, I because I had not eaten porridge for twenty-five years
and never would again, and Maccabi, I presumed, because of
the arcane dietary restrictions of his creed.
Maccabi took his leave after pressing on me a final glass
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century. The windows glass panes were small and dark with
dirt, and the bow of the window of uncertain geometry. The
door appeared far too ornate for the simplicity of the build-
ing: it was of two leaves, and the escutcheon around the lock
was brass, in the shape of a lions head. There was something
exotic in the lines, as though the brass had been fashioned in
Persia or beyond. The wood was painted a vibrant green that
was quite out of place in this Northumbrian seaside town,
and the knocker on the door was a miniature, tarnished ver-
sion of the benighted lion from Adams bridge. I presumed
that this was a later addition to the door furniture.
Maccabi grasped the rigid tail, lifted the knocker high and
let it fall, making the solid sound of a beadles staff on a sack,
or the back of a boy. Both leaves swung open to reveal a
figure as wide as it was tall, or rather, short. Atop the rotund
torso was a head fully as round. Cherubic features boasted
the red cheeks of the happy or a devotee of fortified wines.
Bold, greying whiskers seemed an extension of the fringe of
hair circling his pate. The mans waistcoat was stained and
misbuttoned and one of his lapels hung by a thread. A ragged
shirtsleeve emerged from the cuff of his frock coat. Maccabi
chose to perform the obsequies on the threshold, whether
intent on insult or no, I was unsure.
Mr Brown, sir, may I present Mr Alasdair Moffat, late
of... He eyed me for a moment.
London, I said.
Quite so. London.
John Browns voice seemed to come from a deep pit.
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The inns sandstone walls had never felt the masons chisel,
and it stood, or rather stooped, at the point where Main
Street touched the shore. No afternoon sun had sweetened
the salt spray from the rollers crashing in from the North Sea,
and for that reason alone I welcomed the low accommoda-
tion as a haven from the elements.
Inside the inn was a single, long room; all the carpentry
was rough and unfinished, even the counter behind which the
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truth, I could not credit nor countenance, Ha, John, take you
the first foray among the clothmakers.
After his ritual of assent, John Bill seized the ball, drew
back the length of his arm and let fly at the skittles. It must
have taken a throw of some skill, and an unerring eye, to
cause the bolus to miss so completely, not only on the first
pass but on all subsequent journeys through the pins until it
came to rest against the pole.
Bad luck, John! A farthing every one down, ho?
The silent giant moved his head in the lateral plane, and
held up a single gnarled finger as knotted as a branch.
A penny? Maccabis eyes were wide. Gladly, John, on
your head be it!
Maccabis shy was a delicate thing, the wooden ball passed
through clean, carved a parabola in the air beyond the box
and returning at such an angle as to make the square of pins
a rhombus struck a glancing blow at a pin on the point of
the arrangement. It toppled slowly and fell at right angles,
knocking down some four skittles.
John Bills carved mouth turned up slightly at one corner
before he began his nod and eye-rolls. Taking the wooden ball
between thumb and forefinger, he gave it the merest push
towards the skittles. It struck just one, which rocked from side
to side like a staggering drunk before clattering into another,
causing that to strike still another and so on until all five
remaining were rolling in the box. The tall figure twitched up
the corner of his mouth once more and held his forefinger up.
It was a pleasure to see Maccabi fumbling in his pockets
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for the penny. I noticed the tailor, too, had been fascinated by
the game as he had left off his sizing of my figure. I looked
down at him.
Of course, you know what they call this game, Salomons?
He set to again with his pins and chalk, shaking his head.
No, sir, indeed I dont.
I told him, Its known as Deil Among the Tailors. Perhaps
it should be the other way about?
Several pins fell from his lips and were lost between the
coarsely fitted floorboards. The tailor assured me I would be
in possession of a gentlemans wardrobe within a week and,
as he had taken a pattern of my feet and various measure-
ments below the knee, he also assured me of footwear to
complement it. The man gathered his materials and scuttled
out into the night like a cockroach startled by the sudden
lifting of a carpet.
I looked over at Maccabi, hunched over a second tankard
of porter. John Bill had put my retainer so far out of counte-
nance that I considered revising my plan to knock down the
inn, should I become its owner.
Come, Maccabi. Are we ever to reach Gibbous House, or
have you some further nonsense to keep me here?
By your leave, Mr Moffat, we have one more call to make.
It were better done before visiting the house.
Well, lets on with it, man.
His eyes darted to one side and he looked over my shoul-
der as he spoke. Begging your pardon, Mr Moffat, but in
truth we cannot take possession today.
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turned onto the causeway road and after two further miles
the phaeton rolled onto the muddied logs of the causeway.
The North Sea nibbled at the edges of the primitive crossing
and I asked him if he thought we were in time to complete it.
He thought for a moment and then enquired whether I
could swim.
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such a place? I would as soon have seen the face of the Devil
than the Almighty in the raging of the sea on the rocks. It was
already quite dark as the carriage rolled wearily to a stop, as
if it were as exhausted as the horse.
The Church of Saint Mary the Virgin seemed to me a
strange name for an Anglican institution, but the building
itself betrayed no extravagant popery in its architecture. It
was a simple rectangle, with a tower rather than a spire. It
was raining again, and I was mightily relieved that the church
doors were not locked, though they were heavy with the
rain. There were few candles, the pews were simple and
void of hassocks or cushions and the stone flags bore the wet
footprints of the recently prayerful, although the church
appeared empty.
Naturally, several of the stained-glass windows limned the
eponymous Virgin, but the light was so poor as to prevent the
discernment of anything more than dark pools of colour. I
never set foot in a place of religion without feeling a certain
distaste. For want of anything better to do, I approached the
lectern at the front of the nave and looked at the heavy Bible.
It was open at Matthew 12:40. The verse was marked;
I slammed the Bible shut, never having cared much for the
opinion of revenue men. Besides, there was little in the Holy
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(From the Library of Moffat).
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trust has paid a penny or two for that work. More than thir-
teen centuries of history in the castle.
He had slowed the nags pace though I scarce believed
that possible to take in the majesty of the place, as he put
it. I could not but reprove him.
Maccabi, it is my belief that time and money is wasted on
the past. I am more concerned with the future, mine in par-
ticular. You would do well to look to yours. How distant lies
the house, for I am heartsick at all this delay?
His back stiffened and he grunted, Just past Budle Hall on
the way to Spindlestone.
Which answer, of course, meant nothing to me, and I told
him so.
Two miles, Mr Moffat. Two miles to your house, no
more.
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were in vogue. The dome itself was vast and, far from
forming the hub of the house, strayed disconcertingly from
the centre.
There was nothing of symmetry about the design: the east
wing boasted three towers enjoined by a cloistered walk,
while the west had four spires of differing heights and con-
struction. The materials of construction appeared to have
been chosen by a magpie. Verdigrised copper on one spire,
moorish tile on another; sandstone on that wall, yeoman
brick on this. The monstrosity had been designed by or for
a lunatic.
The grounds surrounding the house had not had the ben-
efit of a landscape gardeners eye. It was a vista of spinney
and copse interspersed with grassland, which, though not
overgrown, was home to numerous sheep. Of all the fates I
had ever imagined might befall me, gentleman farmer was not
among their number.
The horse came gratefully to a halt in front of the vast
threshold. Being Northumbria, the huge doors were flanked
by the seemingly ubiquitous lions, tails extended, though any
house by the name of Fitzgibbon could have little to do with
the Percys. Maccabi reached for the iron doorknocker,
wrought in the shape of a monkeys head. He moved it gin-
gerly, although it was clearly of significant weight and unlikely
to be damaged by his use of it. He let it give a single knock
on the heavy plate affixed to the oak door.
Am I so fortunate as to have a household full of retainers,
Maccabi?
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out a tray or two but found them empty. In common with the
other furnishings, the wood was highly polished walnut.
There was a dresser with porcelain stood atop it, a little high
for practical use. Several hair pins were strewn beside the
sanitary ware. A silver-backed hairbrush lay next to them,
and it looked as though it should have had as companion a
hand-held looking-glass, but it did not. In one corner, to my
surprise, was a love seat. With my candle, I walked over to
inspect it more closely. The upholstery was stained in a
manner that I recognised from years of removing linen from
lunatics beds. Neither stain should have been found in the
room of a lady of quality.
There was also a handsome leather-bound book with a
locked hasp on the seat, also bearing the monogram with the
six-pointed star. It was a simple matter to break the lock with
the spear-blade penknife I carried in my pocket.
The book was a journal, and inside was the name Arabella
Coble.
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The room was gloomy. Barely four candles were lit in the few
sconces visible in between the stockpiles of bizarrerie in evi-
dence, however, there were several bronze candelabra at
intervals along the imposing table. In the murk I could see
Miss Pardoner already seated. Maccabi hovered as if caught
betwixt taking a chair and moving to stand at the wall like a
footman. There were three further places at the table. I moved
to the head of it, opposite Miss Pardoner.
Discourse over dinner would be at some volume, it seemed.
I enjoined Maccabi to take a seat, if he was sure all was in
readiness for the repast. He flinched at the imputation that I
might expect him to fetch a cruet set or a bottle of port if not.
On my waving the professor to the remaining seat, the fellow
shook his head and began intoning in an alien tongue, while
picking up a carafe containing wine. It was a prayer of some
sort. Maccabis head was bowed, and Miss Pardoner gave me
a bold look for the duration of the incantation. I returned it
with interest.
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did the same. Or, rather, Maccabi and I did. The professor
was still struggling to dismount from his complex seating
arrangement as Miss Pardoner informed us:
As is customary, sirs, I shall withdraw and leave you to
your gentlemanly pursuits.
Again, I noted the upward tilt of one corner of her mouth,
and I pondered whither she would withdraw, since the
accommodations I had thus far seen had not included any
manner of withdrawing room. It had amused me to pretend
to Maccabi and Miss Pardoner that I knew nothing of their
customs and that I was unaware that, in fact, Passover had
not yet begun and no matzah had been served. Of course, I
was not entirely unacquainted with Jewish custom; how
could I not be so, having married the occasionally righteous
Miss Arabella Coble?
Nevertheless, Professor Jedermann continued in a most
affable voice, Mr Moffat, you must forgive us if we
have been a little more formal than usual. The Passover
meal...
Yet you are not Jewish yourself, Professor?
I am fascinated by all religion. Since Miss Pardoner and
Maccabi are Jewish it suits me to indulge them. We have
learned much from the Jewish scholars.
On and on he went, as if I were a student in some lecture
hall in Siena, Berlin or Vienna, and as if I gave a bent farthing
to boot. The voice continued to nag at me; my mind turned
quite inward and I forgot to ask whom he meant by we. I
did not hear the word that brought the memory back, I only
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knew that the owner of the voice that his own so brought to
mind had been instrumental in Alasdair Moffats long-
awaited release from the asylum, years before.
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Keeper and the other fellow had been seated for a quar-
ter-hour in complete silence. The stranger had a notebook
open and a pen poised, but to that point had written nothing.
Abruptly he began with a diffident question: Mr Alasdair
Moffat, is it?
Who else might I be? I offered.
Well, begging your pardon, according to the Medical
Superintendents account you might be Napoleon on Monday,
Nelson on Tuesday and Nebuchadnezzar by the end of the
week, dyou see?
A reasonable, cultured voice it was. I noted a few uncertain
vowels and the hardening of certain consonants.
It is some time since I have answered to any appellation
but Alasdair Moffat.
I was sitting up quite straight despite the lack of support
for my dorsal area. Silence prevailed for a few moments. The
other two gentlemen exchanged a look I could not decipher.
The interview, thus far, was broadly similar to many I had
had with the Keeper.
The exotic fellow spoke at last. But before, who were you
then? He gave me an encouraging look.
It is true I am quite changed from what I was. A new man,
you might say.
What do you remember?
I have a past, surely, as everyone does. Is it remembered
or related, innate or acquired; who can say? Not I.
So you remember nothing before the attack on your
person?
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was a little small for the house had both wings been in use.
A solitary candle guttered on a large table, its flickering light
reflected in the shine from numerous copper pans hanging
from a rack suspended from the ceiling. The room was
deserted, although I did detect an occasional rapid movement
that might have warranted the recall of a cat or two from the
west wing. At the next window, I truly was discomposed
when the cook appeared with an oil lamp before her breast.
The woman could have been blind for all she registered my
presence a few scant inches away on the other side of the
glass. She put me in mind of the anatomical specimen hidden
behind the wardrobe, peering out of the dining-room
window. Perhaps because she was naked, and would have
provided quite as good a guide as to the composition of the
thoracic skeleton as that other assemblage of bones.
I passed several darkened windows obscured by the
absence of candlelight and the dirt of neglect. The final
window in the wall was brightly illuminated; Maccabi was
bare-chested. He appeared in a state of some excitement. I
caught a flash of blue skirts as someone left his room. A
sleepless night for Jedediah, I surmised. I stepped back
quickly into the shadows. Maccabi stared, chin jutting, out of
the window, the very picture of the romantic hero. Stifling a
laugh, I decided to put off exploring the other half of the
exterior until the morrow. Retracing my steps, I soon found
myself on the terrace outside the library, where my eye was
caught once more by the red coal light. I descended the
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Friday 13th May 183_
Yesterday, Great-uncle Septimus visited the
schoolroom. Though it is found amongst the
blue-doored bedrooms, it always puts me in mind of a
gaol, especially in the presence of my tutor. He is a most
vile drunkard, and his hand lingers too oft upon my
person. Mr Snitterton had the misfortune to be asleep
upon my great-uncles arrival. Uncle nodded once at me
and said but one word: So! He received only a snore
from the tutor for an answer, though his back was
already turned. I am at a loss to understand how the man
sleeps so well in the straight-backed and, frankly, spindly
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this bizarre house with its dearth of servants. The frill of his
shirt and the height of his collar were the only extravagance
of his dress. I gauged that his boots would be a comfortable
fit, being possessed of the beautiful shine that only leather of
some age may acquire, if tended with great care.
He seemed to be in the grip of some internal struggle, as
though he had noted my close regard of him and could not
resolve whether to challenge me over it. Curiosity, or some
other motive, eventually compelled him to say, You seem
uncommon interested in my garb, today, Mr Moffat.
Indeed I am, Jedediah. I rather thought you might be so
good as to loan me some articles of clothing, until such time
as that fellow of yours brings me something more suitable. If
it would not inconvenience you, that is?
Again he struggled with some inner demon, before saying
stiffly, Of course, sir.
Oh, you are most kind, Maccabi. If you would but lay out
the clothes you are wearing on my cot by ten on the morrow.
I have in mind to escort Miss Pardoner to church in Bam-
burgh. You would not care to come, I take it.
He shook his head for answer and departed with unseemly
alacrity, I thought.
The dining table was still as we had left it the evening
before. Scraps of food littered the plates and the area of table
where the professor had teetered on his perch. The decanter
of port was empty of all but the lees, although I was sure I
had left sufficient to charge a good two glasses.
Some of this quantity lay in a congealed and sticky pool
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one that could be trusted to hold up the roof for much longer.
The roof consisted of more hole than slate: the feeble whin-
nies emerging from behind the few stalls still capable of being
secured bore testimony to its permeability.
Cullis opened the door to the first occupied stall. Filthy
straw covered little of the dirt floor, and a roan bag of bones
covered most of it. It appeared that the two horses put to
work in recent days were the most fit. This specimen looked
a scant cough from the knackers. The ostler carefully closed
the stall door as if frightened that too vigourous treatment
would cause it to crumble on the hinge. Moving to the next
door, he was equally ginger in his handling of it, pausing only
to say something which I took to be foal.
The door swung wide to reveal a recently come to term
mare and something that should by rights have earned the
name abomination and not foal. The thing, to my eye, was no
more than two hours old, still sticky-slick with birthing
fluids. It lay next to its dam, which from time to time flailed
with hind legs to push the beast away. It managed to keep one
of the heads out of harms way, the other was bloodied and
as dim of eye as the stuffed exhibits in the house.
Culliss head nodded vigourously after I instructed him to
be rid of the abomination instanter. I wondered that he had
not already done so, but perhaps such gumption was not
common among the local population. The man showed me a
further four horses in varying states of neglect. Quizzing the
fellow as to the reason for such negligence returned no com-
munication meaningful to me, therefore I told him in no
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for the reporter and the constable. Moving to the gate, I saw
that Maccabi had had the foresight to leave the chain un-
padlocked, and with some effort I removed the heavy chain
from the iron gates. I looked up expectantly at the passengers.
The constable attempted to speak first, but the reporter, who
appeared to think much of himself for a fellow with straw in
his hat, interrupted.
Edgar Allan, Alnwick Mercury: Constable Turner is here
about the body. Show us up, man.
There was something odd about the mans accent, but I
was more concerned about his presumption in judging me a
servant of the house. Perhaps I would avail myself of Macca-
bis raiment sooner than planned. Nonetheless, I waved them
through and followed the cart up the drive, losing very little
in distance thanks to the dilatory nature of both horse and
driver. The cart pulled up at the doorway, which opened
to reveal Maccabi. The man was either prescient or had
intended to wait on the threshold until the constables arrival.
To my reckoning there was no vantage point over the drive
from which he could possibly have arrived so quickly at
the entrance.
The visitors alighted from the rustic vehicle, the reporter
somewhat more nimbly than the policeman. Allans introduc-
tion was the same terse, almost brusque, pronouncement he
had given me. The constable appeared to have given up hope
of getting the first word in any exchange. Maccabi raised his
eyebrows at me over Allans shoulder; I gave him a rapid
shake of the head.
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his class; I could not see the colour of his hair for the incon-
gruous top hat, which, I noted, he forbore to remove in my
house. I wondered that the policemen themselves did not
demand some more practical and sartorially harmonious
headgear. His uniform fit as many such garments do
where it might. The dark-blue serge of his tailcoat strained at
certain seams and bagged voluminously in others. His trou-
sers were white in colour and still less practical than the hat.
The boots had been polished to a high shine, but were a little
dusty after their journey in the cart.
I had been sure the reporter would fill the aural void, but
he merely contented himself with running his finger along the
lines of his notebook and mouthing the words, occasionally
looking up as if startled by the surreal world his note-taking
had created. It was Maccabi who proved least able to bear
the inscrutable silence of the policeman. Clearing his throat,
he said, Constable, ah... ; he shifted uncomfortably in his
seat, surely you dont think...
His voice trailed off and I was convinced he was squirming
under the gimlet eye of the policeman. The Peeler replied, I
do think, Mr Maccabi. The detection of crime is a cerebral
pursuit.
This was a veritable feat of oratory from the taciturn offi-
cer. Allan looked up sharply from his notebook.
Detection? What do you mean?
He withdrew a pair of spectacles from a pocket of his
coat and placed them so that he could peer over them at
the policeman. He then scribbled the word in his notebook
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The policeman let him fidget a little longer, then said, All
in good time, Mr Maccabi. The brother might be summoned,
I take it?
Myself, I would have found this new departure into civil-
ised speech an unnerving departure. Maccabi relaxed a little,
and, voicing his compliance loudly, dashed out to the ser-
vants entrance, presumably towards the stables.
The uncompanionable silence prevailed once more and I
was glad of it, idly perusing the peculiar figure of the news-
paperman scribbling at the table. He seemed to be about
forty-five years of age. I remarked in him the inclination to a
furtive and timid manner as observed in such people as are
unused to the fugitive life and who seldom prosper long in
it. He was of middling height, dark of hair and with eyes of
the wateriest blue, save for those parts that by rights should
have been white, which were threaded with a myriad of red
filaments. Whether this was a symptom of some undiagnosed
affliction or simply a sign of the extent to which his vanity
prevented him from wearing the eye-glasses he so clearly
needed, I did not know. His attire was, I had to admit, as
garish as something I might have worn had I not benefited
from the much-needed education in matters of taste that my
late wife had given me. His tailcoat was high in the waist and
long in the tails. It was violet not a sin in itself, of course.
His trousers, however, were a plaid monstrosity such as might
have been worn by one of the more unlikely mechanicals in
one of Scotts puerile romances. Perhaps his eye-glasses
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further two slices of the blood sausage than the two I had
already apportioned.
Mr Allan appeared yet to be in a funk and made no
response when I gestured at him with cutlery and plate. Mine
own selections reflected Miss Pardoners tastes and I found
that a pleasing thought.
Since both my ward and I had handled our cutlery with
some efficiency I was quite despairing of a libation when
Maccabi finally arrived with a decanter of something a little
too pale to be claret. Still, I was grateful when he poured the
three of us a glass, although I was sore tempted to upbraid
him as he spilled a drop on the admittedly greying white of
my shirt cuff. No matter, his own clothes would be on my
back soon enough.
Edgar Allan drained his glass before I had taken a sip, and
held it forth for replenishment. Maccabi complied and
departed with an indecipherable look at Miss Ellen Pardoner.
Miss Pardoner addressed the reporter. Are you quite your-
self, sir?
His visage betrayed that something troubled him more
than a little; his reply had the tone of a wistful child who has
lost some shiny gewgaw. I am quite sure I no longer know.
For myself, I was sure I no longer cared.
Maccabi had had the courtesy to leave the decanter on
the wrought-iron table; I removed the stopper and charged the
reporters glass to no discernible reaction. Miss Pardoner de-
clined the offer and I filled mine own glass with a little more
care than Maccabi had. Miss Pardoner gave a polite, and
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dark than they should have been, but not too much so. A
certain verisimilitude was necessary.
So Miss Pardoner did not hear of forgery, deception or
hurried departures by the light of moons, gibbous and other-
wise. Nor did she hear of occasional forays into the life of the
street on both our parts, although admittedly Arabella pro-
vided service more often than I, who was forced to remain
contented with pecuniary matters and the provisioning of
restful ease for tormented men.
Nor did I mention the swindles, the glorious gulling of a
minor earl whose climax earned a years living and the
dying of her daughter left alone that night with the lucifer
box. The ending I gave the fantasy was equally unreal,
recounting how Arabella had died bravely in my arms after
suffering much.
This last was true in so far as it went. My late wife had
died raving and ravaged by syphilis with a curse for Alasdair
Moffat on her lips.
Miss Pardoners reaction was disconcerting at first. Mr
Moffat, you cannot surely imagine that I have not read it?
The woman arched an eyebrow.
I raised both of my own before charging myself with being
doubly dull. In the first and less serious indictment: for not
grasping that someone had left Miss Arabella Cobles nave
scribblings for me to find and in the second; for not taking
pains to read it.
My wards statement meant that there was something in
the diary revealing of Arabella. How revealing remained to
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The warm spring sun was making me feel most drowsy. The
reporter, surprisingly, seemed able to bear the vacuum with-
out filling it with questions; Miss Pardoner, being quite the
most self-possessed woman I had ever had the fortune to
meet, was contenting herself with a facade as enigmatic as
that of any sphynx. I had learned, where safe, to take the
balm of lethe where I could. Therefore, I cannot say if what
I remembered next was truly a dream or a simple reverie:
suffice to say it was faithful to memory although who can
say how faithful memory is to truth?
Arabella and I had had our secrets; of course we had. She
knew me only as Moffat, after all. I in my turn had but
recently learned of the existence of a previous husband, viz
one Cadwallader. My feelings for her had not conformed to
any ideal of romantic love such as might be found in Lom-
bardy troubadours parchments. Though she did stir my
passions, others had done so more violently. It were rather as
though in Miss Arabella Coble a bond beyond consanguinity
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parts, although the cut was good. I saw the one slap his
patron on the back as his confederate began the dip for the
older chaps valuables.
I dashed to the table and seized the offenders hand. It was
obvious to all what the two men had been about.
Leave, I urged him. Unless you wish me to call the
Peelers?
The two younger men left. The older man offered his hand.
C-c-apital, he hiccoughed. Johnny Brougham, fifth Earl
of B__________, call me Johnny, cahnt thank yew enough.
I pumped his hand, thinking that he was correct in that
at least.
Ah... yew and yer lady could join me, praps, hmm? he
asked, with all the diffidence of his class.
Allow me to introduce my sister Arabella, I said. Captain
Crawford, at your service.
Brougham held out a chair for Arabella. There were other
women in the Mogul; at that time there were several ladies in
society with a taste for the lower entertainments, but there
were few in evidence that night. A certain kind of woman
would ape the fashions of these adventuresses with far less
panache than Arabella was able to manage. Still, Arabellas
origins were much closer to these members of the quality
than those of the bawds in the company of the moneyed and
the meretricious.
We took our seats to the sounds of a singularly bronchitic
and less than tuneful squawk. The assembled audience had
begun to laugh the moment a man appeared on the raised
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of this nonsense, miss, Ill join you for dinner. A man must
have some time to call his own.
Before I had made good my departure, Miss Pardoner
added, You would find few to agree with you in London, Mr
Moffat, from Peckham to Cadogan Square.
Her rejoinder almost gave me pause, but I showed her my
back nonetheless.
My first intention was to reflect in my monkish apartments
on a further course of action towards achieving some pecu-
niary advancement from my current position. But by the time
I operated the newfangled brass lever on the door to my cell,
my proposed activity was transformed into a determination
to read Arabella Cobles diary with diligence.
It was with some alarm that I noted that the journal lay
not on the threadbare counterpane where I had left it. This
alarm subsided when I caught sight of the book, spine up,
covers splayed, on the boards beneath the iron bedstead. It
might well have fallen from the bed whereon I had left it, but
I had been sure that Allans womanly squeal had awakened
me and not some seismological phenomenon. For the jour-
nal was heavy, the leather binding being of quality and the
paper within it, too. The hasp that had surrendered all too
easily to my spear-blade penknife was of metal, gilt or possi-
bly even gold, having been marked easily by the blade. A
substantial book, with many pages.
It was astounding to see that the book, which I had
assumed would contain little after Arabellas anticipatory
speculations concerning a certain Cadwalladers arrival
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And yet I knew I had seen these symbols before, long before
I had met Arabella, in the library of the man who had been
Moffat. Alongside these letters was a drawing depicting the
symbol that hung outside the Coble Inn at Seahouses.
I slumped, aghast, onto the cot. It was no great revelation
that my late wife had been in the habit of keeping a secret
journal during the course of our marriage: our life together
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I left him abed. He had raised matters that would bear con-
sideration. I resolved to accost Miss Pardoner in her chamber,
or wherever she might be, to glean some further intelligence
concerning the crab-like curator of the Collection.
Hesitating momentarily before the teal of the door, I
reflected again how little such colours which I had noted
she liked to affect in her dress suited her colouring. I should
have preferred to see her in rich burgundies, carmines and the
shining black of Norwich bombazine. I gave the signal knock
of a seasoned molly-house visitor and received for answer the
alarmed cry: A moment, if you please!
A moment it proved to be: Miss Pardoner appeared at the
door, her Hispanic colouring made still more attractive by a
certain flush. She motioned me in a little breathlessly, a
curious conical item of polished hardwood in her hand. She
saw me eyeing the curiosity and held it up for display, demon-
strating a screwing motion of the base; the upper part of the
cone separated and, by a convoluted contraption involving a
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Again her gaze fell to the hands in her lap; she spoke with
her head down in answer to the question I had not posed.
The Rosicrucian Manifestos.
So?
The document he has found was written by John Dee. The
greatest mind of the Elizabethan Age.
I disdained to inform her that the mystical nonsense that I
had heard at second hand whilst in the Edinburgh Asylum
had led me to a quite different estimation of the man.
What has this to do with me?
Do you not feel yourself meant for great things?
It seemed that Jedermann possessed sufficient charisma to
render Miss Pardoner partial to if not involved in his
bizarre researches. Or perhaps the reasons for Miss Pardon-
ers partiality had more to do with her affection for Maccabi.
It mattered not a whit to me. I resolved to do all in my power
to break the conditions of the discretionary trust and wrest
the control of my inheritance from the hands of this lunatic
and his acolytes.
We sat in silence for a while. Through the windows the
reddening sky alerted me to the fact that the Jewish Sabbath
would soon be over. No doubt still more food would be
served as it had been on those occasions when Arabella had
honoured the traditions in my company.
The long dining room was appointed with a generous
fireplace, an inglenook that would have accommodated my
entire household and an inferno fit for Beezlebub himself.
There was not a stick of wood, or smut of ash, in the volu-
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minous grate. It had not been cold in the room during the
Sabbath repast, which by custom had begun after sundown,
and it was not uncomfortable now.
Leaning to the side, toward Miss Pardoners seat, I laid my
palm on the parquet floor. The wood was warm. It was not
likely that Gibbous House was possessed of a hypocaust,
although I supposed anything was possible. Miss Pardoner
after an uncharacteristic flinch at my proximity to her
person spoke. It is steam, sir, driven through pipes under
the floor. The professor tells me it is modelled on an innova-
tory system of the last century designed by Mrten Triewald.
For a large greenhouse in Newcastle, in fact.
And the engine? I queried.
Below, sir, the fire is below.
I wonder that I have been excluded from that part of the
house, Miss Pardoner.
As have I, sir. Perhaps it was assumed you would have no
interest in it.
She said this innocently enough. Since it might well have
been true, I chose to let it pass.
In any event, whilst there is no lack of available wood for
the fire, where are the strong of arm to feed the beast? Surely
this is not in Culliss remit as well?
For answer I received a shrug.
Miss Pardoners manner toward me had changed some-
what; I was most disappointed in this development this
demure and respectful aspect was not stimulating in the least.
Provocation seemed best suited to my purpose.
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It meant five.
The colour rose to my cheeks as all three laughed when I
turned over my paper to reveal
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I marvelled that there were only three others around the table
and not five, which would have rendered the supposed prov-
erb more apposite. The professor, noting that I was not
pleased at being made the butt of their joke, attempted to
cajole me to better humour.
Come, Mr Moffat, surely you agree our little charade was
amusing. I had thought you would guess that the game was
pure invention. In any case, I doubt you will ever forget the
Russian word for five, to be sure.
Maccabi looked smug, Miss Pardoner more so. I did not
respond directly, but asked instead with how many languages
he was familiar.
Familiar? What does that mean? That I might recognise
but not understand? That I might write but not speak, in the
manner of Latin, Ancient Greek or Sumerian? Or that I might
speak and not write, like Chinee or Hindoo?
It was typical of him to answer a question with another of
his own. He was not finished, however; like many learned
men he was inordinately fond of the sound of his own voice.
I confess to you all, by whichever criterion you choose to
define familiar, I do not, in truth, know. I do know the
Hebrew, Aramaic, Greek, Latin and, as you saw, the Cyrillic
alphabets, as well as many of the languages written in Latin
or Cyrillic. Why do you ask, Moffat?
Here stood the chained and padlocked gate in my path:
why indeed? The man had offered me an opportunity, by
himself bringing up the matter of alphabets. I resolved to
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the huge heads face the lines were as sharp as the features
themselves were blunt.
Their physiognomy revealed that no paragon of beauty
had been discovered by the hand fashioning the clay. The
mouth looked not so much cruel as coarsely incapable of
expression. A low forehead indicated a base, unthinking
nature, whilst the Mongolian cast to the eye brought to mind
the brutal warriors of the Khan. The figure was naked: ana-
tomically accurate and of proportionate size.
The modellers whim made the gap between the two statues
all the narrower. Facing the clay giant was a female figure of
equally exaggerated dimensions. A cruelly beautiful face had
been chiselled in the soft, red Collyhurst. This figure too was
naked, save for a peculiar shaped shawl on her shoulders. A
very fine chisel indeed had been applied to the delicate areas.
Maccabi turned back. Are you coming, Mr Moffat?
But where are we going, Maccabi? Besides, there must be
time to admire those things worthy of it on our way, dont
you agree?
What? Oh, those.
I pointed at the erect member on the male statue. Perhaps
these are religious figures?
Folkloric, Mr Moffat, Constable Turner interposed. The
lucky fellow, I believe, is a representation of the Golem of
Prague, while the woman, most likely, is a dybbuk.
It was quite worth suffering the policemans smug look to
see the slack dangling of Maccabis jaw.
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attention, but Turner laid a hand on his arm. They are likely
deaf and dumb; it would serve no purpose.
It was true that none could have worked many days in the
cavernous room without becoming as deaf as stone, although
we had heard nothing, even at the very end of the passage.
On the threshold, it was uncommon loud. I stepped back a
pace and the noise vanished as if it had never been.
We retraced our steps in silence. I strained to hear any faint
echo of the industrial cacophony in the underground cham-
ber; there was none. As I stooped to recover my coat from the
passage floor, I caught sight of the initials HC hacked into
the rock of the wall.
A shiver racked my bones and I pondered the circum-
stances that had led from the carving of the initials to the
hideous thing keeping vigil in the gatehouse of the estate. The
other two recovered their own garments. Maccabi dashed the
dust from his own, his lips tightening with each blow from
the flat of his hand on the worsted.
The statues straitening the passage looked less imposing
from the reverse approach, although the Golems attributes
remained impressive. The figures were not quite so well illu-
minated as before, since the entrance before us remained
obdurately closed.
I presume there is a lever on this side too, Jedediah? I
asked.
How should I know? he replied, somewhat snappishly I
felt.
Have we more lucifers? enquired the practical policeman.
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And the bell rang from well from this room. I bade the
cook continue preparing the soup and
She gave a poor impression of a woman about to swoon;
it was most extraordinary. Maccabi, clearly taken in, made
toward her, perhaps lest she fell. Miss Pardoner stepped back-
ward out of his reach.
Meanwhile, Constable Turner, having bumped the profes-
sor aside with a bony hip, lifted each of the departeds hands
in turn, inspecting them minutely. Without turning from the
cadaver, he said, Moffat, youre an observant fellow, with
which hand did this poor fellow write?
Left, I replied, not caring to acknowledge the compli-
ment.
I thought as much.
He turned his attention from the body and took no care of
the faecal matter beside the bed. He removed a jewellers
loupe from his pocket, screwed it into his left eye socket and
peered at the ravens head from every angle, taking great care
not to touch it.
Suddenly he leaped back, swivelled and seized Miss Par-
doners right hand. She gave a squeal of protest and the
policeman was indelicate in his treatment of her in turning it
over to examine the palm. He held it up to show the rest of
the company. It was unblemished.
You are a lucky woman, Miss Pardoner, Turner said.
How so? I asked.
The bell pull is covered in a liquid, although it has dried
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Hepplewhite,
A matter for the Coroner is here at hand at Gibbous
House. Accompany the bearer of this missive, Cullis.
Constable Turner
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using only the sealing wax, after warming it over one of the
candles in the over-decorative stick. I reached for the letter,
but Maccabi seized it before me and dashed away in search
of Cullis.
Miss Pardoner, Mr Moffat, Constable. Let us be seated in
comfort. I shall pour us some refreshment.
Those two followed the little man. I lingered a moment by
the beautiful white-wood writing desk. I pressed the exquisite
rose centrepiece, just for the pleasure of seeing the secret
compartment spring open once more. A small packet of oil-
skin, about the size of a snuff box, lay in one corner. I turned
my back to the room the better to hide it from the others.
The oilskin was not secured, merely wrapped around a
small resinous block of a familiar brown substance. Perhaps
the writing desk had spent some time in the notarys office in
Seahouses. I pocketed the opium and pushed the compart-
ment shut. Turning to the room, I bellowed at the professor,
For pitys sake, Enoch, just a good oporto, and none of that
damnable green filth!
He almost dropped the absinthe but could not save the
sugar; the cube skittered across the floor to disappear under
Miss Pardoners chair. Placing the bottle on the long board,
he scuttled to the chair and burrowed under Miss Pardoners
skirts to recover it. That young woman remained in a state of
remarkable equanimity throughout the performance. Her
own raised eyebrow answered mine in reciprocal fashion.
The professor, the sugar cube now in his mouth, retired to
the lowest of the chairs in the room, an expression somewhere
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Catchpole spoke, his right hand stroking the staff all the
while. While we await the tea, Mr Moffat, what is your busi-
ness here?
I require a menial, possibly two, for service at Gibbous
House, I replied.
How can I provide these? All are here for expiation of
crimes, he sneered.
Not so, Catchpole, surely you have a trollop or indigent
that may be released on my parole? I looked him keenly in
the eye and the hand stopped its movement on the staff.
But, sir, my stipend is dependent on the number of guests
I entertain.
The soporific voice betrayed just enough avarice to leave
me in no doubt as to his meaning.
It was evident what he was; the cringing boy had been
proof enough of that, without considering the behaviour of
the inmates. I cared not for their fate at this mans hands, but
I grabbed his throat, knocking the staff aside.
Know me, Catchpole, for one who would have you as that
boy, on all fours, a cringing, whimpering dog.
Really, I did require some release of passion soon. I had
meant only to terrify the skinny wretch, but still knew it
would have given me a great deal of pleasure to encounter
him in the dark of night. Of course he followed my argument
beautifully, replying, Yes, of course, sir, would you like the
tour?
I released him, and he continued to babble. Damn that
boy! Where is the tea?
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return to sleep. I woke with a start, but did not know why.
Although my room was above the public bar, there was no
sound of carousal or dispute to indicate that Robson was still
at his post. I dressed quickly: shirt, trousers, but no boots,
and felt in my pocket for an item that might prove useful, if
I were lucky.
As I descended the stairs, cat-footed, a noise gradually
increased in volume. By the time I had reached the foot of the
stairs, it seemed to be the dying breaths of a water buffalo. In
fact it was the foolish drunk who had earlier been playing
with the cursed bottles. He lay supine, maw agape on one of
the longer tables in the room, one of the nearest to the self-
same glassware.
I heaved him to his feet using the front of his waistcoat. He
seemed barely sensible to his surroundings or to me. I pivoted
him away from me using his shoulders and pushed him to the
floor. In no time the yellow scarf was around his neck and my
knee was in his back. Just before the death-rattle came I
dragged him upright and swung him nearer to the bottles,
until his flopping arm draped gently over the neat stack.
It appears to be true, one shouldnt touch those bottles,
my friend.
I made my way back to the room, where I was greeted by
a sleepy eye from the dog-boy. The sleep that came, although
it may not have been that of the just, was surely that of
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The knock at the door awoke us both before the meagre light
crept through the dusty window. I had not undressed, but
called out that I was as yet in my dshabill. I told the boy to
guard the door. After a suitable time, I opened it. It was
Robson, looking a little piqued.
Sir, thiz summat ah-full happent! Doonstairs.
What is it that it may not wait until a man has shaved?
I asked.
Its turrible, ah-full, a divvent na... he spluttered.
Caring not what he did or didnt know, I told him I would
shave before descending and slammed the door in his face.
The water in the porcelain was clean but very cold; soap and
a mug had been provided, but best of all a bone-handled
razor. It proved very sharp and I pocketed it once I had made
use of it.
I made to leave the room, noted the dog-boy at my feet,
took hold of an ear and lifted him so that he might look me
in the face.
Dog-boy, do you think you might walk like a man in
public? At Gibbous House you may do as you please, but
until then you will walk upright in civilised manner. Do you
have a name?
I would have sworn he intended to bark. Instead, he gave
answer in a voice as rusty as an unused hinge:Job.
Well, Job, pleased to meet you, I said, offering a hand. His
own came up like a terriers paw, and then took mine more
or less like a gentleman.
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papers. I had long felt a certain nostalgia for the early days
with Arabella Coble, and I fancied that my ward was a
woman of character if not necessarily good. Job had scam-
pered to the French windows and was stretched out in the
pool of sunlight painting the parquet floor. I bade my ward
sit with me at one of the ancient but exquisite tables in the
room. A lone candle in a seven-branched candelabrum stood
on it.
I withdrew the papers from a pocket in my frock coat,
struck a lucifer match on the sole of my boot and lit the
candle. Handing Miss Pardoner one of the papers, I held the
other over the guttering flame. She raised a solitary eyebrow
at me over her blank sheet; I tilted mine toward her and
watched her composure falter as she watched the symbols
appear. I laid the page on the table, took the other from her
and warmed it at the flame. Leaning closer toward her, I said,
I have it in mind that these are encyphered messages. They
came to me in a packet with details of the settlement.
They may be from old man Coble, they may not. Perhaps they
are from Arabella, perhaps not. Will you help me with them?
And how would I do that, Mr Moffat? What do I know
of cyphers? Her smirk was most irritating.
Come, Ellen, whatever you do or dont know about
cyphering, two minds are better than one, are they not?
Perhaps, she said.
Both pages had some five lines of the alien script inscribed
upon them. I withdrew the professors rendition of the
Hebrew and Aramaic alphabets from a pocket and placed it
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yes... yes I was busy with the inventory! This last came out
at a rush. He gave a broad smile, as though pleased with his
ex tempore invention.
Really? I said. There is no full inventory of the contents
of the house?
He looked puzzled for a moment then, Why, there are the
papers of entailment, among those that you were... delin-
quent in reading at the notarys. He ran a forefinger along
the side of his nose.
But these are not comprehensive, since you are making an
inventory?
No, he replied and stopped short, realising that he had
perhaps chosen the wrong untruth to conceal whatever nefar-
ious activity he had been engaged in.
Splendid, Professor, you have quite made my day, and,
indeed, I presume Jedediahs also. We shall waste no time in
ascertaining with which goods we might realise an efficacious
sum in the shortest of times, I said.
I rose from my chair. Maccabi did the same, but seemed
momentarily torn. We made our courtesies to Miss Pardoner
and, as we turned to leave, I remarked that the professor
was on the dining-room table, a foot-stamping rage worthy
of the flax-spinning dwarf in the tale by the Brothers Grimm.
Of course, liquidating assets was not simply done. I had to
recover the notarised papers from my room. The lists of
effects were generally arranged under headings of whichever
room they might be in, but that was not to say that some item
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might have been, there was nothing for it but to check each
item we inspected against the list.
There were not a few disappointments arrived at, despite
the promise of these pages. A sixteenth-century chest bearing
some heraldic devices was listed as being in the professors
chamber, whilst it plainly was not. On discovering it, I found
it contained a mountain of male intimate apparel in less-than-
pristine condition. Maccabi had high hopes of a pair of
Sheraton satinwood chairs, until these items were to be found
beneath Kettles, large, copper, two on page sixteen of the
kitchen inventory.
At last we came upon an item that was not listed as being
in any location in the house: a French commode. The curves
were beautiful, and the whole was veneered in a quite delight-
ful Japanese lacquer. Despite my suspicion that its designer
might well have been Van Risamburgh, it would only have
fetched, at best, a dozen guineas were we even able to find
a buyer.
Far more gratifying was the discovery of a drawerful of
sovereigns beneath those containing paper and gimcrack
jewellery.
Not a word, Maccabi.
Not a word, Mr Moffat.
I gestured to him to fill his pockets and began to do like-
wise. On the arrival of Mrs Gonderthwaite in the atrium, I
closed the drawer as seemly as I could manage. She seemed
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The table once again was laid for service la Russe, in the
house style. To whit: there appeared to have been some con-
fusion as to what constituted a knife and what a fork;
consequently a random selection of both could be found on
either side of the large under-plate. It was safe to presume
that Mrs Gonderthwaites simian offspring had been charged
with preparing the table.
Judging by the alacrity with which the professor pounced
on the nearest of several bottles of wine, I was not the only
member of the household relieved that, temporary state of
impecuniosity notwithstanding, the cellar remained full. We
took our seats, and the door opened.
The baboon-like boys swaggered in, each bearing an enor-
mous covered salver, which if it were not plate we could
have melted down for enough coin to settle a year of butch-
ers bills. Placing the platters haphazardly on the long table,
each removed the domed lid of their salver with a flourish. To
my left was an enormous roasted haunch, a little long in the
bone for beef and, it had to be said, a little stringy looking.
To the right was a long and lugubrious face I recognised.
The horse had pulled his last chaise.
The meat was well seasoned and had a flavour somewhere
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between beef and venison. The Gallic palate had long been
used to the pleasures of the equine at table, the professor was
pleased to inform us. He seemed a little disappointed that
none had refused to partake of the unusual repast. Evidently
the head itself was mere decoration; the salver-bearers, how-
ever, having taken a fidgety station standing by the wall, eyed
the horses ignoble head keenly if any diner made move
toward it.
I think it best Maccabi makes course for Seahouses and
the settlement of our accounts on the morrow, I said, before
we eat our remaining beast.
The mare still lives, and the roan, the other seems to be
sickening for something, said Maccabi.
All the more reason to ensure the matter is resolved
tomorrow, Jedediah. I gave him a look that had the desired
effect, for he held his peace.
The fidgeting boys cleared the platters with more diligence
than they had delivered them, perhaps wishing to avoid the
inevitable taint of dust on their own supper, should they let
them fall. They did not return, and it seemed that the rest of
the cutlery had been laid out in vain, save for the professors,
as he was in the process of some dental excavation with the
aid of a fish knife.
More to interrupt this emetic pursuit than out of any real
desire, I said, I thought we might all charge our glasses,
Professor, and withdraw to the room so appropriately named.
Ahh, it is in need of the cleaning! he spluttered.
As the rest of the house is not? I laughed.
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nearby shelf. I saw from the spine that it was a copy of The
Newgate Calendar for 1803. My pondering of what possible
use for such a tome the dwarf might have was cut short, when
he began to read.
He died very easy; and, after hanging the usual time, his
body was cut down and conveyed to a house not far
distant, where it was subjected to the galvanic process by
Professor Aldini, under the inspection of Mr Keate, Mr
Carpue and several other professional gentlemen. M.
Aldini, who is the nephew of the discoverer of this most
interesting science, showed the eminent and superior
powers of galvanism to be far beyond any other stimulant
in nature. On the first application of the process to the
face, the jaws of the deceased criminal began to quiver,
and the adjoining muscles were horribly contorted, and
one eye was actually opened. In the subsequent part of
the process the right hand was raised and clenched, and
the legs and thighs were set in motion. Mr Pass, the
beadle of the Surgeons Company, who was officially
present during this experiment, was so alarmed that he
died of fright soon after his return home.
Some of the uninformed bystanders thought that the
wretched man was on the eve of being restored to life.
This, however, was impossible, as several of his friends,
who were under the scaffold, had violently pulled his legs
in order to put a more speedy termination to his
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with a finger until he found what he next wished to impart.
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Each day brings new knowledge and science into our lives.
There are those who will stop at nothing to advance their
own knowledge.
She moved to the frame and pressed the Star of David once
more, returning Constable Turner to his hiding place behind
the Reynolds.
Why, pray, does this require the skinning of a policeman
and a reporter?
He mounts his failures as trophies by means of the taxi-
dermical art, she said simply.
Failures?
Having murdered the unlucky, he attempts reanimation
by the power of electricity. She looked to the floor. You will
be next, you are wanted for a particular reason. That must be
the meaning of the coded messages to you.
What reason?
That I do not know, she replied, still gazing at the floor-
boards.
And for Gods sake, how have you not stopped the luna-
tic already?
I was, I confess, quite belligerent, though I gave not a fig
for the victims.
We must be prepared for the unlikely eventuality of his
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Clearly the dwarf was not the only person on the premises
with a tenuous foothold in the real world. I stepped forward
and grasped the womans chin. The spark in her eyes had
most definitely not been struck on the flint of passion. No
matter, I spoke calmly. Do you mean to tell me that Alasdair
Moffat is here at the whim of some scheme dreamt up by a
Mittel European madman and his equally deranged acolytes?
They will call us the heroes of science, came the unsatis-
factory answer.
I released her chin. Well, Miss Pardoner, though clearly
that is not your name, I am surprised that you expect me to
go calmly to my fate.
She inhaled deeply through her nostrils and let out a long
sigh.
I do not, sir. My belief is as yours that the professor is a
deeply misguided man.
My eyebrows must have looked most peculiar at this
point, as I raised them to an exceptional degree.
Perhaps disturbed? she offered. In any event, I believe he
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excursion, since it had done more work in the last week than
in many a year.
I turned to the woman calling herself Ellen Pardoner. So?
Might I know your real name?
Ellen will do, was the reply.
Tell me, Ellen, what is my involvement in this plotting?
How did it come about?
She seemed unimpressed by my seductive tones. I will
show you tonight, she said. Wait for my knock at your
chamber door. The professor will leave his room at about
two. We will follow ten minutes behind.
But surely he might be anywhere in this sprawl of a build-
ing by that time.
Ellen, choosing to ignore the peevish tone, retorted, I
know where he will be.
I should have liked to spend the rest of the day in the idle-
ness beloved of the rich and borne uneasily by those less
fortunate. Instead I brooded and paced like the hero of some
novel by one of the brothers Bell. In my impatience to learn
more I forwent dinner, sending word via Job that I was indis-
posed. It was my hope that this would encourage an earlier
withdrawing from the dining room and that I could make my
rendezvous with Miss Pardoner all the sooner.
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on two legs for once, held Culliss crook and kept the sheep
at bay on the far side of the small courtyard. The bleating of
the sheep was loud indeed, and even at a distance of some
yards I could see their eyes rolling. Given the time of year, the
dearth of lambs was most perplexing. In fact there had been
only the one, as far I had been able to ascertain.
In the courtyard itself, the giant Bill held the sacrificial
lamb before his chest. Clearly, it would not be mutton after
all. The beast was struggling mightily, but to no avail. The
lambs own chest, abdomen and loins were presented toward
Cullis, who once again was wearing the blood-blackened
apron. Before him was the wicked blade I had seen a few days
earlier. It seemed as though the struggling sheeps eyes fol-
lowed the blade, which glinted in the milky sunlight.
It was ruthless and hardly quick. There was little doubt
that Culliss method of despatch was brutal. The noise of the
animals suffering, however, was outmatched by the distress
of the rest of the flock, which finally dispersed in all direc-
tions as the chosen one breathed its last. As drenched in the
blood of the sheep as Cullis was, nary a drop had fallen on
the giant imbecile, whose expression had remained vacant
throughout. I reflected that some, more squeamish than I,
would have considered an absence from that evenings dinner.
That repast was not indelibly marked on my memory. It
must indeed be true that tastes are quickly jaded. The oddities
of Gibbous House had already palled for me. Despite the
poetaster Cowpers assertion that variety was the spice of life,
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The faded paint on the board outside the Coble Inn described
a beached fishing vessel with nets spread on a sandy shore
quite unlike the rock-strewn beaches to be found not twenty
yards distant. The door to the one-room alehouse was ajar
and, judging by the din emerging from it, the enterprise was
somewhat more lively than on the occasion of my last
visit. We stepped back as a brawny fellow cartwheeled out of
the entrance, gouts of blood threatening our clothing as he
did so.
I nodded at Maccabi, in the hope that he would precede us
all and clear a safe passage to the counter. The professor,
however, had other ideas, letting out a childish laugh as he
barrelled through the door and the mle on the other side of
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even such allies as these two might be, I thought, were at least
temporarily of use.
So? When cometh the hosannas and palm-fronds?
I almost touched the raven-shaped bell pull, but Miss Par-
doner slapped my hand away from it.
Quite so, I sneered. Indeed, it seems I am more valuable
than a reporter. I am giddy with pride at so high an estima-
tion of my worth.
What is it you want? I can send Maccabi, she offered.
I was somewhat taken aback that she had allowed me to
isolate them so easily. There must have been some triumph
visible in my expression, for she added, In fact, we shall both
go, the more quickly to attend to your desires.
Forbearing to mention that I was in no fit state to take
literal advantage of such an offer, I merely requested some
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They left. The two did indeed make a handsome pair. Even
so, it was plain to see that, of late, Maccabi adopted the
moon-calf manner much less often in the ladys presence. I
stared at the ceiling, counting cracks as numerous as a crones
wrinkles, hoping that some peace might engender the tiniest
inkling of a plan. It was not to be so. The swinging of the
door on its protesting hinges presaged the damnable dwarfs
entrance in the most bumptious manner: Moffat! Does it feel
strange! Anothers skin? Or your own? The tingle of electric-
ity fills you, does it? Are you animated by the vital spark?
His enthusiasm was giving me a headache to accompany
the pain in my thoracic region.
No, I replied and attempted to reassume a supine posi-
tion, in the hope of feigning sleep sufficiently well to rid
myself of the pest.
Needless to say, respite was not so easily come by. The
midget withdrew a miniature wooden mallet from a pocket
in his frock coat. Despite his earlier deriding of Leareds
invention, the gutta-percha contraption was draped around
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No, will you go? Again she waited and repeated, One
more.
In fact, Maccabi was at turn to bid; I mentioned this. A
kick from a sharp-pointed shoe followed this observation,
and Miss Pardoner hissed, Will... you... go?
Of course not, I said. I had no intention of going with
Jedermann Senior, though I admired her efforts to disguise
her question.
Maccabi said, simply, Three.
The game finished after one more round, Jedermann
declining to rejoin it. Perhaps Miss Pardoner was the winner,
but it might well have been myself, or even Maccabi, for all
I had understood of the play. The young woman and Maccabi
engaged in some chatter concerning Sevastapol, remarking
that the Turks owed the British yet another favour for hav-
ing routed the Russian bear. I was tempted to intervene at
this point and enquire why Her Majesty should aid one
savage over another but I doubted that the company
would have welcomed the interjection. I found their interest
quite remarkable.
Jedermann appeared to be a practised drinker, refilling his
glass at the long board more than severally and patrolling the
length of the dining room without the slightest misstep.
The professor and dinner arrived in quick and cacopho-
nous succession. The former barrelled through the door in a
state of noisy inebriation, a bottle of spirits in each hand. The
latter made an entry by the simian sons of Mrs Gonderth-
waite that surpassed any they had previously attempted.
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the crazed ranting. A boot to the temple put a stop to this last,
for a time.
Releasing Jedermann from his bonds, I awaited the
expected effusions of gratitude.
You fool, Moffat! he said. I needed to know!
He seemed more likely to be extracting information from
you, when I arrived, I opined.
He spat; most likely the gag had been uncomfortable.
Why knock him senseless, man? I need to know if they
are close?
Who? It seemed a reasonable question.
Those in the shadows, les eminences grises, those who
look for such as we.
It made little sense to me. Perhaps the insanity was a
family trait.
Close to what? I offered, out of courtesy only.
To me, to you, to our plans. Where there are those who
are othered, there are those who would see them gone.
I reflected that his feelings of persecution might have some
basis in fact, if any scintilla of truth existed in his strange tale.
Nonetheless I wasted no time in assuring him that I would
play no further part in his scheme, as I could sooner foresee
my end in gaol than in any successful conclusion to his plan.
Whether you will or no, I cannot be caught here in
Gibbous House. Not by them. For the first time he looked
truly fearful.
Indeed, we should leave. The house above is afire.
He held me back as I turned to leave. Pointing to his
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Pardoner and the professor gave a cry. The dome that gave
the house its informal sobriquet of Gibbous House had fallen
in. Every turret, spire and tower had suffered a similar fate.
The professor screamed and ran into the burning ruin.
I looked at Rudolf Jedermann. He replied succinctly to
my unspoken question with one of his own: Am I my broth-
ers keeper?
Maccabi started after the foolhardy midget. Miss Pardoner
held him back, saying, Three deaths are enough for that place.
I forbore to point out that by my own reckoning, at least
considerably more than three had met their ends, either
directly or indirectly, due to the existence of Gibbous House.
Besides, I cared not a whit for any of it, or any of them.
Clearly Miss Pardoner held the blond Jew in some regard or
affection, else she would have allowed him his grand gesture
of saving the professor.
Are the horses safe? I asked of no one in particular.
Why? Rudolf Jedermann enquired.
I am taking my leave, sir.
You do not have mine to take it, Moffat, he said, stepping
in front of me.
I gave him the bare-knucklers last punch, knocking him
back with the full force of my forehead. The next words he
spoke came from the mud: We are not finished with you
yet, Moffat!
I silenced him with a satisfying boot to his ribs.
Youll leave us the carriage, Moffat? Miss Pardoner was
as civil as she had ever been to me.
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